Truth #8: Rules = Love


I snuck up the stairs,
careful to avoid the third step which was squeaky.
Closing my bedroom door behind me,
I glanced at my alarm clock: 3:00 am.
On a school night…

I don’t know why I bothered being careful.

My parents loved me,
and I know that.
But there were no rules in my house when I was a young teen.


Must have been nice!
You say.

Actually, it wasn’t.

It was if my parents didn’t care,
who I was with,
what I was doing,
if I came home.

It left me feeling adrift and alone in a hostile world.

Despite the irritation you feel when your parents,
check up on you,
insist on meeting your friends,
give you a curfew,
know this:

Their rules are a way of showing their love.

The rules are there because they don’t want you to get hurt.
If they didn’t care then it wouldn’t matter when or if you came home each night.

Just look at the way God treats us, His children.

Even those who don’t believe in Him know it is wrong,
if we didn’t obey this the whole fabric of society would fall apart.
And every Christian should obey it because it is one of God’s Laws.

But it’s so, so much more…

My child, when you steal from others you are treating them like nameless things,
not like an image bearer of God.
Each item taken hardens your heart against your neighbour.
Come to Me.
Heed My commands.
Trust Me.
Let Me Protect you.

So, the next time you are tempted to roll your eyes at your parent’s “silly rules”,
try putting, “I love you and that’s why…” before it.

You’ll be surprised at your change of heart.

My friend, can you think of a rule that may have kept you (or your heart) safe? Or perhaps a time that you disobeyed and regretted the decision? I’d love to hear it in the comments below.

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Truth #7: (Almost) Everyone has a Theme Song

Hymn Book

It was always in my head.
When I lay on my bed late at night.
When I hung out on the playground…alone.
When I did my math homework.

“One Tin Soldier” was my theme song.
…they taught it to us in school…
… … …
yes, it’s a really old song….

(pfft, why people always laughing at me…)

It kept me grounded.

It kept me sane.

It kept me company when I was lonely.

And I thought it made me different,
than the rest of my classmates.

Over the years the song changed (thankfully!),
but the effect on me stayed the same.

I thought I was weird.
Now I know differently.

You see,
I believe that many people have a theme song of their own.

Maybe it’s the triumph of Rocky.
Or the dark heroics of Batman.
Or the triune Holiness of God

Perhaps you don’t wake up with a song in your head, like me,
(no. really.
I almost always wake up with a random song in my head and it follows me all day)
but a song may continually come up as, not only your favorite, but your theme.

Come on…spill the beans…what’s your theme song? You know you wanna…
Share it in the comments below. Just me and the blogosphere have to know. 😉

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Truth #6: Be Thankful!


It was the ugliest thing.
And itchy!
I’m sure my grandmother meant well when she made the sweater.

But there was no way I’d wear it in front of my friends.
The garish pink and turquoise ribbons guaranteed that.
And there was lace…


Still, my mother wanted me to say thank you.
But she wouldn’t budge.

Something about “It’s the thought that counts…”

I did.
But I wasn’t truly thankful for the gift.

We just celebrated Canadian Thanksgiving.

And it got me thinking that we put so much stock in saying thank you,
even for the gifts we don’t really want.

Then something struck me.

The Bible says:
Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows. (James 1:17)

God’s gifts are perfect.
He never gives us ugly sweaters.
Or Christmas socks when we want tech toys.
Or gift certificates for places we never go to.
Or items we will regift.

They are perfect.
(Even if we can’t see it).
And they are custom made, oneofakind gifts.

if I am to say “thank you” for gifts that aren’t perfect…

… … …you get it. 😉

Gobble, gobble to my Canadian comrades. 🙂

I’d love to hear about a really, horrible gift you received (the names of the guilty gifters can be withheld) or a gift that God has given you that may not have looked perfect but was. I love hearing from you. ❤

Truth #5: Your Dreams are Small


Your parents did it.
Perhaps your father placed a hand on your mother’s belly,
and dreamed of your cherub face.

Or perhaps they prayed over your picture,
waiting for all the paperwork to clear,
so they could finally bring you home.

They dreamed…
of doctors, lawyers, missionaries, world changers.

And you have too…
– of finding the perfect soulmate to spend the rest of your life with
– of being a concert pianist
– teaching a room full of eager students
– spreading the Word in Africa

But what about when your dreams are destroyed?

I don’t mean postponed.
I don’t mean the door is closed.

It’s as if the door was never there to begin with.

Then you have to remember:

Your dreams are small.
God’s plans are bigger.

You may not know the how, when, or why.
But God’s plans for you are so great.

…even I don’t have words for them…

So when your dreams are gone,
and you feel lost and alone.
Thank God for the plans He has for you!

When has God gotten rid of your dreams in order to give you His plan? Share in the comment section. I’d love to hear. 🙂

Truth #4: You are Loved


Their words hit the mark.

In my mind I heard the age old taunt:
Sticks and stones…

There are no broken bones,
But the scars are much worse

My “friends” surround me like a pack of wolves,
Eager for my despair.
My ruin.

In that moment I know I am nothing.

Have you been here?

I have looked in the mirror and seen ugly.
Walked down the crowded hallway in a robe of loneliness.

And just when I thought that my worth hinged on the words others spoke,
there was this:

See what great love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God! And that is what we are! (1 John 3:1)

A Child of a King.
Adopted and loved inspite of all of my scars.
Knowing who I was he still chose…me.

And suddenly I am


You are loved, my friend.
You are loved.

We have all felt alone and unloved. I’d love for you to share a moment when the love of God was so real to you. Leave a comment below for me. 🙂